Of course not!
He actually said the emotions in mixology were nothing more than flowery embellishments?
How could Ji Dong tolerate that?
"Then, to prove the grand promise I painted for you earlier—oh, no, to prove the direction I pointed out for you—how about we have a mixing contest?" Zhou Qing said with a smile.
"Did you just say you painted me a grand promise?" Ji Dong froze.
"You heard wrong."
Zhou Qing said this with a perfectly straight face.
"You definitely said it!"
Ji Dong laughed in exasperation.
"No, you definitely heard wrong." Zhou Qing denied it unwaveringly.
"Forget it."
Ji Dong stopped arguing. He picked up the Fruit Wine Zhou Qing had provided and took a small taste, raising a brow. "Isn't this clearly just fruit juice?"
"No, it's Fruit Wine. It contains alcohol, so it's alcohol. You can't say it isn't wine just because the alcohol content is low!" Zhou Qing declared righteously.
Ji Dong was speechless.
Still, as a God of Wine, he truly detected a faint alcoholic taste. He did not argue further and merely asked, "You know how to mix drinks too?"
Could this be a fellow professional?
"No, but I can learn from you during the competition," Zhou Qing said.
"...This is the first time I've seen someone describe stealing another's skills so matter-of-factly." Ji Dong was even more speechless, though he did not mind.
After all, a bartender's movements while mixing drinks were meant to be displayed to customers. Yet no one had ever learned the craft simply by watching. The key lay in the bartender's control of force, as well as their ability to sense the sounds and rhythms of different liquors blending together while being shaken.
"Fine. I accept this challenge."
In the art of mixing drinks, Ji Dong possessed